I Ask For Little Poem by Juan Olivarez

I ask for little
Or maybe I ask a lot.

I ask for gentle sunrises,
With golden rays,
Filtering through sleepy,
Tree branches,
Awakening the Earth,
To one more day.

I ask for blue skies,
That stretch forever,
And a day.

For fluffy white clouds,
To fill the blue.
For a southern wind,
To blow them gently,
On their way.

I ask for a bright sun,
To warm old bones,
And to illumine my way.

I ask for trees,
Full of green to sit under,
And listen to avian songs,
When brother sol gets too hot.

I ask for red and purple sunsets,
With clouds streaming slowly by,
Painting twilight in myriads of colors.

I ask for the chirping of crickets,
In the deadwood.
And Whitewinged Doves,
Cooing their goodnights.

I ask for little,
But maybe,
I ask a lot.

5/18/14 Alton Texas